The sound of the diary falling to the floor drew Yin Dahang's attention away from the diary in his hand. He looked at Matsuda Jinpei, who was taking a deep breath, with confusion, and asked:
"Matsuda? What's wrong with you?"
Fujiwara Yuu squatted down and picked up the fallen diary. He flipped through the contents, his expression gradually becoming solemn. After seeing the mention of himself in the diary and the "I'm sorry", he couldn't help but look back at Matsuoka Chie, who was lying on the bed with no signs of life.
If possible, he wished she could stand in front of him in good health and say "I'm sorry" to him in person. Then he could respond with a smile: It's not your fault.
This is not your fault at all... Silly child, why bother apologizing?
As the diary was passed around among the three people, the atmosphere in the room became strange.
There was no other sound except the sound of turning pages. They all frowned silently, fearing that their thirties would add a few more wrinkles to their faces.
[January 1, 2002, Huoyao day, rainy]
When I got home on New Year's Eve, I saw my dad's gray hair and my mom's calloused hands. I really wanted to spend more time with them. But I know my time is running out. Depression is making it hard to control my emotions, and I keep having suicidal thoughts. Oh, I really want to spend more time with them.
[January 7, 2002, Sunday, sunny]
Today, when I went to the hospital to get my prescription filled, I unexpectedly saw Ai-chan. I haven't seen her since I dropped out of high school. The boy next to her is very handsome. I hope he can make Ai-chan happy... Unfortunately, I don't have the courage to say hello to her. Someone like me is no longer worthy of being in the company of Himawari. But it's nice to be able to see Ai-chan from afar. Seeing her happy is enough. Chie, you should also do your best.
[January 17, 2002, Thursday, rainy]
God is really kidding me. My life is so bad, why is he torturing me? No, I can't just leave like this. I have to find a way. I must find a way.
[January 19, 2002, Sunday, rainy day]
I tried to check recent news reports today, but I couldn't find any information about Fujiwara-san. Could it be that Fujiwara-san is no longer a police officer? Who should I turn to for help?
[January 23, 2002, a sunny day]
It seems God hasn't given up on me yet. While working at a convenience store, I overheard someone mention the name Sosuke Takagi. After getting to know him a little, I discovered he's actually an excellent police officer. There's even a fan blog dedicated to him. Someone with so many fans must be a good person... Maybe he can help me?
[January 29, 2002, a hot sunday, rainy]
So tired. So dirty. So tired. So dirty. So dirty. So dirty.
[January 30, 2002, Sunday, rainy]
"I don't know how to approach Officer Takashi. If I go to the Metropolitan Police Department, they'll definitely find me, right? But if I don't go, how can someone like me meet with Officer Takashi?"
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[March 10, 2002, Sunday, rainy]
[I've been home for the first time in a long time. My belly is getting bigger and bigger. I have to make up my mind. Otherwise, I won't be able to go home to see my parents.]
[March 14, 2002, Thursday, rainy]
"My child, I hope you don't blame me. If you do, wait a little longer. I'll come see you once I've sorted everything out... I'll be your slave, even if it means anything to you."
[March 26, 2002, a hot day, rainy]
I had a nightmare. I dreamt of lots of babies making weird noises... Hahaha. I wonder if those people would have that kind of dream. I don't think so. Only good people have nightmares. When will the bad guys get their comeuppance?
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[April 14, 2002, Sunday, sunny]
[At the convenience store, I heard that Officer Takashi had solved a case. He's amazing. If Fujiwara-san were still a police officer, he'd probably be as good as Officer Takashi, right? Hehe, that's for sure.]
[April 20, 2002, Saturday, rainy day]
My birthday is here again. Nothing much to celebrate. So be it.
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[May 22, 2002, Sunday, rainy]
[Today I paid a private investigator to help me find my curly-haired brother from six years ago.]
[May 25, 2002, a Sunday, sunny]
The private investigator's efficiency is impressive, much faster than I expected. I didn't expect the curly-haired guy to be called Jinpei Matsuda, and he's in the explosive ordnance disposal team... He's amazing! Anyone brave enough to defuse a bomb is super cool.
[June 01, 2002, Saturday, rainy day]
"They've called me in again, and they won't let me go even now. Luckily, my convenience store job is over, so I won't be causing any trouble for the manager. I also sent a letter to Officer Matsuda today. I hope those guys won't intercept it."
[June 4, 2002, Huoyao day, rainy]
Officer Matsuda didn't find me. It's probably not that he couldn't find me, but that the letter was intercepted. Writing the address directly is too blunt... Or maybe I should just pretend to be a fan of Officer Takashi and write to him.
[June 07, 2002, golden sunday, rainy]
I paid a year's rent in advance today. I feel really bad for my landlady. She's a very nice person, but it's a shame I have to occupy her house and do something bad.
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